Peang Yayun questioned, "You're doing this for the sake of opening a dance studio, but we aren't. You're forcing us to bleed and sweat just to fulfill your dream!"
Shi Zhixuan frowned slightly, "If you don't want to train, you can leave. I won't stop you from quitting the dance troupe."
"Drop that idea. I won't quit."
Peang Yayun stood up, took a sip of water, and said, "The three of us have worked so hard to perfect one dance. Now it's harvest time—we can't let you take all the credit."
Aisha had long gotten used to the two of them arguing—a small spat every day, a big one every three days—but they always continued training afterward.
"Alright, take five minutes to rest and then we'll continue."
Shi Zhixuan could see that Peang Yayun was just venting as usual, so she didn't take it to heart.
While the three were resting, the owner of the dance studio walked in with three bottles of water in her hand. As she handed them out, she smiled and said, "You've worked hard."
